What a pretty ball you have …
Excuse me, that’s your eye.
Isn’t the grass so nice and soft?
Did you know that I can fly?
Can I ask you a question …
I’ll ask it anyway.
Why do you want to be sitting
In a square on such a pretty day?
I think I’ll pull off your wig …
Oh, it’s your real hair.
Why don’t you have a seat?
Sorry, I pulled away your chair.
Isn’t the ground nice and cool
Lying on your back looking at the sky?
Don’t the clouds look so free?
Did you know that you can fly?
(1984) for Willy Wippor Willow, Jr.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a cool poem! i was touched.